Marcos Codero

Marcos brushed his dark blond, stringy hair with an unsteady gesture from his forehead greedily pulling on his cigarette. The confirmation for meeting the buyer had arrived with a bling. A greasy smile lit up his gloomy face as he read the final offer. He turned the amulet in his thick sausage fingers back and forth. It didn't look particularly valuablet to him. But what did he know, the buyer seemed to disagree on that offering him a million pounds.